Our Dirty Little Secret

Tuli

I woke up to a blinding light, my eyes blinking open against their will. The sun was streaming through the window, and I groaned, turning away and squeezing my eyes shut.

I pulled the blanket over me, trying to drift back to sleep, when I realized the blanket covering my naked body wasn’t mine.

As my vision cleared, I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings.

And then, flashes from last night filled my mind, and I realized I was in a stranger’s room.

I sat up quickly, my heart pounding as I scanned the room.

The walls were covered in old rock band posters, from Guns ’N Roses to Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd to Led Zeppelin.

The bedspread was plain black.

Whoever lived here had a thing for dark colors. The walls were white, but everything else was dark.

My eyes landed on a piece of paper next to the bed, covered in neat handwriting.

Hesitantly, I reached out and picked up the note.

Good morning, my little damsel. Once you’re awake, why not put on one of my t-shirts and come downstairs? You’ll find them in the dresser next to you. Top drawer.

And maybe just the t-shirt? ;)

By the way, I heard you moan something in your sleep. Is Mr. Mysterious my new nickname? Maybe if we have a little more fun, I’ll tell you my real name.

Don’t keep me waiting too long, cutie.

I blushed, a mix of arousal and annoyance. I ripped the note in half, tossing it onto the floor, then reached for one of his t-shirts.

I was about to grab my panties and shorts from the floor, but they were gone. So was my bra. I searched the room, but found nothing. Damn it, I thought, glaring at the door. ~Sneaky bastard.~

I rummaged through his drawers until I found his boxers. I pulled on a pair of black ones, grinning mischievously. “Thinks he’s so smart,” I muttered, “two can play at this game.”

I put on his Guns ’N Roses T-shirt and headed for the door. As I left the room, I looked around.

The hallway walls were bare, except for a few family photos. So he lives here? The room I was in must be his.

I continued to ponder these questions as I made my way downstairs to the living room. I was surprised to see the place was spotless.

No beer spills, no empty cans or crumpled cups. Even the couches were in perfect order. No signs of last night’s wild party.

And I somehow slept through it all…

The smell of pancakes and bacon hit me, and my stomach growled. My mouth watering, I followed the scent into the kitchen, and was stunned by the sight before me.

Mr. Mysterious was cooking bacon and eggs at the stove, completely naked.

I was practically drooling, this time at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of me.

My eyes wandered from his butt up his back and shoulders to the back of his neck, where his messy hair covered what looked like a tattoo.

I wanted to ask about it, but I kept quiet when I realized he knew I was there. His back was to me, but he seemed to sense my presence, and my ogling of his muscular body. “Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the table.

Embarrassed, I sat at the table behind him, crossing my arms over my chest.

Even though I was wearing his t-shirt, my breasts were bouncing freely and my nipples were hard, practically poking through.

So I kept my arms over my chest, watching him shyly as he cooked.

Soon, he placed a plate of warm food in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice. My mouth watered, but I waited for him to sit down with his own food.

He sat across from me, an amused look on his face. I blushed and focused on my food, taking a bite.

I heard the scrape of his fork against his plate, and I knew he was eating too. But I could feel his eyes on me, undressing me with his gaze.

I kept eating, staring at my plate, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my flushed face.

I heard him clear his throat and looked up. He was grinning at me, chewing his food. When he swallowed, he spoke.

“You were checking me out, weren’t you? I'm disappointed you didn’t come downstairs in just a t-shirt.”

I looked away, my face burning. “Yeah, well, I don’t walk around my house butt-naked.” I avoided his question, hoping he’d drop it.

He tugged gently on a strand of my auburn hair, forcing me to look into his eyes, dark with desire.

“That's too bad. But don’t think I’m done with you. And as much as I love seeing you in my boxers, I want them off.”

He winked at me, then slid out of his chair and under the table.

I craned my neck to see what he was doing. “What are you…oh!”

I gasped as he grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I looked down to see his head between my legs, a grin on his face.

He grabbed the hem of the boxers I was wearing and pulled them down in one swift motion.

I barely had time to react before his fingers found my opening, already slick from the sight of him earlier.

I bit my lip and exhaled as his thumb rubbed my clit in a circular motion, drawing out soft moans of pleasure from me.

My fingers found their way into his dark, tousled curls, my legs parting as his touch sent a wave of warmth through me.

He slipped a finger inside me, a gentle tease before he plunged two fingers deep. I arched my back, a sigh of pleasure escaping my lips as I tightened around him.

His fingers curled within me, stroking that sweet spot. I couldn’t help but moan as he moved, a slow rhythm of in and out, in and out, his fingers working their magic.

Before I knew it, his thumb was replaced by his tongue, tracing circles over my sensitive bud.

I squirmed beneath him, my fingers clutching his hair.

He continued his sweet torture, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. But just as I was about to tumble over, he pulled away. I whimpered in frustration.

“Oh god, if you’re going to tease me like that, why don’t you just let me come?” I pleaded.

He grinned. “Then it wouldn’t be as fun to show you all the things I can do.”

With that, he lifted me by my thighs, spinning me around to set me on the table. He leaned over me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” “What?” I whispered.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here, right now.”

I blushed as he leaned over me, pulling a condom packet seemingly out of thin air. I looked up at him, wide-eyed and eager to feel him inside me.

He held my gaze as he tore open the packet, slowly rolling the condom onto his hard length.

In an instant, he was inside me, filling me, stretching me. I gasped, feeling him pulse within me.

His hands found their place on either side of my head, leaning down to kiss me as he pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in hard and deep.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, his tip brushing against my womb.

“Fuck, Tuli. You’re so wet. So tight. I love fucking you,” he murmured, his rhythm unyielding as he moved within me.

Each thrust was harder, faster, deeper, my body responding with a tight grip and a chorus of moans and whimpers.

He took me, claimed me.

My mind was a blur, my body aching with pleasure. I felt him, every inch of him, as he moved within me, his tip brushing against my womb with each thrust.

Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through me, pushing me higher and higher.

I tightened around him, begging for more, my hips meeting his with each thrust.

His mouth found my breasts again, his fingers seeking out my sensitive bud, teasing me with his mouth and fingers.

I was on the edge, so close. I was panting, whimpering beneath him. He felt it, groaning as I tightened around him. “Come for me, Tuli.”

His words sent me over the edge. I came hard, crying out as my fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer.

I clenched around him, and he followed, crying out my name as he came. He collapsed on top of me, groaning as he released.

I stroked his hair as we both came down from our high, basking in the afterglow.

Moments later, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the table as he lifted himself off me, hovering above. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Stroking your hair? Is that not allowed?”

“Mm, let’s just say that I’d rather you stroke me down below with this instead.”

He paused, reaching down to stroke my still sensitive entrance where he remained buried deep.

“And pull my hair as much as you want. I’m never going to be gentle with you, so don’t be gentle with me.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss my neck. He sucked at my skin, drawing a soft moan from me, sending shivers down my spine. I groaned, knowing the mark he was leaving behind.

He then stood, pulling out as he removed the condom.

As he disposed of it, I sat up, regretfully noticing the mess in my hair.

He approached me again, chuckling. I glared at him, stating, “It seems you were too caught up in the moment to clear my leftover food.”

“Pfft, I was planning on making you shower with me anyway. Now I get to keep you to myself for a few more hours. Come here, little damsel.”

He said it softly, his smile sweet and inviting.